OMG Thank you for all the love ~ ^_^….BUT I need more! : O It lets me know people like my story, and it makes me feel good about myself (Conceited -_-) But any who here is your chapter 10! Happy Reading to All (New catch phrase, should I go with. Yes, No, Maybe so?)WARNING: (See I made that in Caps) there is some strong sexual abuse ahead, so if not comfortable PLEASE don't read and to: Not telling the unknown AHEM. PLEASE DON'T TROLL ME TT_TT (Begging/Crying) OH and like always I replied to all that reviewed. And also thanks to all that favorited / Alerted story...but ahem you think you can review too ;) *Wink Wink*

P.S Sorry for the long wait teachers thought it be cool to give fifty billion test so I was studying my butt off -_-, please don't hate me TT_TT.

Chase was currently sitting in his large decorative office talking with two contractors sitting across from him in two large leather chairs his servants had been ordered to bring to his office imminently once they entered the large home. Chase had guessed correctly about the business men only wanting more money. Don't get it him wrong paying these fools money was like giving pocket change to a homeless man, it would not put a dent in how much money Chase had and how much he had sealed up in his vault. Chase was just irritated that because of these two Jack; the one he wanted to spend time with had to leave because he had finical business to tend to. Chase wasn't really paying attention to what the two professional men were discussing all he knew was that they were suggesting he build a bigger mansion but he didn't know the details they were stating, as Chase's mind was else where.

He was so close. So close to hearing his name along with a pleasure filled cry afterward as it would fall from Jack full pink lips. With his hands folded elegantly on his desk Chase looked down and stared at the picture of Jack that was framed that now sat on his desk (Since early activities with Jack had knocked it down.) Looking down at it, it made Chase want to smile. He had acquired the small picture of Jack smiling by sneaking into Jack's room one late night when he was sleeping; he had stolen the picture that was lying on his dresser thinking surly Jack wouldn't miss a picture of himself. Snorting out loud Chase thought to himself; Jack was such a damn tease. Even if the boy didn't notice it, he was. Those luscious full lips that felt like velvet against his own pair seemed to taunt him. They begged him to kiss and treat them roughly. His very pale skin that Chase found exotic (since he was paler then the average light skinned person) seemed to glisten in the light then glow in the darkness, it begged Chase to cherish it with his tongue and love bites. Like Chase's beast had stated before Jack had a nice ass that pleaded to be cherished by his thick cock and tongue, and since Jack was one that liked to hop and bounce around in any type of clothing it only made the urge to mate on Chase's side more difficult to sustain. Thinking about Jack's backside more closely Chase began to wonder what would Jack look like in lingerie? He did have that feminine body so lingerie would not look repulsive on his small frame. Perhaps black? No…red would suit him much better it would match his eyes and his hair, plus Chase even having the mind to imagine Jack in such provocative clothing was most arousing. Plus a belt garter and silk lace thigh highs on Jack would look simply delicious.

Sighing as much as Chase would like to keep visualizing Jack in such sensuous clothing, he wanted these two bothersome business men to leave his presence now.

"Mr. Young don't you agree?"

"Agree with what?" Chase who had not been paying attention and had no indication of what the two business men had been discussing for the past forty five minutes, and to be completely honest with himself he didn't care to know either.

"Don't you agree that you should upgrade to a bigger mansion sir?"

"Why would I need a bigger housing unit to live in when I clearly have a house big enough to house twenty beings?"

"Yes that is indeed true but, what about your future?" The short Chinese business men piped, along with sliding his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

"Future?" Chase questioned what future? Sure Chase would live forever considering the fact he was immortal but what more did he have to think about besides his future with Jack?

"Well of course you intend to get married one day and settle down and have children too although children are a great hassle they could be quite rewarding. With kids they also tend to like to run and bounce all over the place. A bigger house would be lovely for children and I'm sure your wife would love a big kitchen."

"Impossible." Chase stated.

"What?...Sir everyone falls in love at one point, we are both sure it must be getting lonely in this large house of yours."

"Impossible as in my lover can't breed children." The business men had a look of disappointment and regret.

"We greatly apologize sir. We had no idea your partner could not have children, does she have a serious medical problem?" The taller yet slender business man with broad shoulders now spoke with an apology.

"No of course not. Nothing so…tragic. Men obviously do not have the ability to carry children unless they were born with organs similar to a women's. But I don't think any man has been born with those types of organs or in that condition and most likely a man never will be. So I guess if he wants kids we'll have to adopt if the government will allow.

"Your lover is a…male?"

"Yes." There was a silent pause for a while until one of the business men spoke. "Well…Don't you think he deserves a nice place to live then? I bet he is very…lovely." Although the last part sounded forced Chase had to agree that Jack deserved everything he wanted and needed, and maybe a bigger house would be a good idea. But right now wasn't the time to discuss upgrading to a bigger mansion.

"Very well gentleman I'll see to the house upgrading but for now I dismiss you. We will talk about this in a month or so." As the business men stood from their leather chairs they gave chase a slight bow of respect and excited his office shutting the door behind them.

Rubbing his forehead and then taking a long tired out sigh Chase folded his hands on his desk and stared blankly into space, Chase needed to clear his head. Exciting his office Chase ordered one of his close warrior cats to make sure no one would interrupt him during his mediation time…unless that person was Jack of course. Shutting his master bedroom door behind him, he walked into the middle of the floor and situated him self on the hardwood floor. Crossing his legs while putting his hands in his lap Chase began to clear his mind and relax his body. Although Chase's physical appearance looked calm and relaxed his mental state was continuously interrupted when he tried to relax by a certain beast.

"So ….you and Jack had a little freaky deaky session in your office huh?" Sighing loudly to himself Chase tried to ignore his beast to no avail, the fact being he couldn't being his beast kept talking about what happened in Chase's office about an hour ago. Chase's eyebrow was now twitching in irritation as he tried to focus on clearing his mind, still to no avail. Giving in to his beast's continuous talk about Jack and what happened in Chase's office.

"What do you want!"

"Oh I thought you were mind deft for a while. How was fondling Jack?"

'How do you think it was like? I was interrupted yet again by an annoyance making Jack leave and have to discontinue sexual acts with Jack."

"You seemed to be enjoying your self for a good five minutes, fact begin you were about to mate with Jack."

"I was not about to mate with Jack. Fact being I have not even asked for his hand in marriage nether the less asked him to be my mate."

"You're clearly lying to me and yourself. I share the same mind with you; I know what you were thinking. I could state what you said during the sexual act with Jack if you like."

"I did not state anything having to do with mating with Jack-"

Cutting Chase off his beast spoke" Oh really? So you didn't state you couldn't wait to shove your fat cock in side Jack's tight virgin hole after you successful made him orgasm by stroking his hard dick and then have him lick of his own cum from you fingers. Or I'm I wrong and this was just my imagination, which clearly is also your imagination." This was the reason Chase hated his beast, it was impossible to lie to him and if he kept lying to him he would end up having to hear his beast talk about the subject again and again.

"No comment I see… Why did you let Jack return to his home?"

"I had business to attend to and he thought it was wise to leave." Sighing and hoping his beast would soon loose interest in the whole conversation all together Chase resumed trying to focus on meditating but was once again interrupted.

"But you didn't want him to leave. You could have asked him to stay. Why didn't you?"

"….He suggested that he leave."

"You could have told him he could wait for you but you didn't. And this is why I KNOW you are afraid of asking him anything, either his hand in marriage or something simple as in asking him to wait a couple of minutes while you attend to business. Again Chase had nothing else to say to his beast comment fact being he was once again correct. Chase had figured his beast was done talking and tried to concentrate on his mediation but now his mind was clouded with Jack. He could have told Jack to wait, surly Jack wouldn't mind. Maybe, maybe he'll go to Jack's house and go get him. They could still spend the rest of the day together . . . Yes visiting Jack house sounded like a wise decision; he would get to see Jack's beautiful smiling face again.
Chase could always go back to Jack's house and ask him to spend the rest of the day with him there was no problem in that, even though the sexual mood was kind of ruined.

Standing up from his spot on the floor Chase walked over to his large balcony window pulled back the curtain and then opened the large window. Jumping off the large window's sill Chase took off at high speed making his way to Jack's house. Rushing by buildings houses and people Chase ran his hardest to Jack's house with the desire to see him overtaking his body. Finally reaching Jack's house Chase felt as though something wasn't right.

For example Chase had rung and knocked on Jack's front door and also his balcony door several times, none to where Jack had answered. If jack was in the restroom he surely would of heard Chase and would of said something, and if he were sleeping Chase was certain he would of already have woken up from the door bell ringing and on top of that Chase couldn't pick up any recent scent of Jack at all. Now standing in Jack's parents drive way Chase could see tire tracks that looked like they were fresh, they also looked as if the driver had also been in a rush or violent state while pulling out. Something about this situation didn't sit right with Chase. Did one of Jack's parents return home early? Was Jack in trouble? Chase was now in a panicked state. What if something terrible had happened to Jack? What if this bad coming to Jack had anything to do with the burns that stained his pale unblemished skin? Chase knew he should have questioned the burns on Jack's wrist further; he had an assumption that Jack could have not burned himself. The burns looked as if he had to place then on top of a burning surface, and Jack was not the type that would cause harm to his own body. Did one of Jack's parents do that to him? Damn it! Why didn't Jack tell him he was in danger?

Taking off from Jack's house Chase ran running all over the neighborhood and city trying to pick up a scent or clue as to where Jack was. God Jack where are you?

Jack woke up to find his eyesight a little blurry. He had agonizing headache along with his bad vision. Rubbing his forehead with his hand Jack felt himself laying on a rather lumpy piece of furniture. Jack also had a strain in his neck and as he used his hand to rub it out he noticed that he was in some sort of bedroom. He also took in notice that the uncomfortable piece of furniture he was now sitting on had been a springy outdated bed. The room also had a faint smell of alcohol and the reason behind Jack's blurry eyesight was the room had smoke traveling from the bottom of the door which was hanging on rusty hinges. Getting off of the uncomfortable bed Jack took a long look around the room he was in and it looked tens times worse then any teenager's messy room. There were papers and trash scattered all over the brown and green carpeted floor. The closet or what seemed to be the closet was dirty full of nothing but scraggly clothing and Jack could have sworn he saw some sort of rodent in there too. The wall had all kinds of cracks in it and the bad shade of purple paint was chipping and the curtains were ripped as well. There was also no corner of any of the walls that didn't have a spider of some sort of terrifying looking insect in them.

Okay where was he? Trying to remember what had happened earlier in day he found only memories of Chase and…the argument with his father. Wait...where was his father? He remembered having the intense altercation with him but…then he remembered his father dragging him out to his car and then everything went black. As much as he hated his father for what he did and on top of that being a big time hypocrite he still loved him. As much as he hated to admit it to himself he could never hate any single one of his family members even though they all annoyed him to no extent. Maybe it was just some family love connections he didn't know, but he was worried. Where was his father? Certainly if his father had taken him somewhere even to a crappy motel or where ever he was he would still be present, but where was he? Becoming more worried Jack started pacing the filthy room back and forth and continuously looked out the window to find the sun was setting to having that same orange glow it always had in the evening. He couldn't stand being in this room any longer he had to see a familiar face, even if it wasn't his father.

Hesitantly walking towards the door Jack firmly grasped the old door knob. With a shaky sweaty hand Jack slowly pulled back the door and found that the door squeaked in protest to the force of being opened. Stepping out of the room Jack smelled alcohol more heavily and something else something he couldn't quite figure out. Jack was greeted with a long hallway that looked trashed as much as the room he was in. Walking silently down the hallway Jack heard laughter and glasses clicking. Along with the laughter Jack had heard his father voice in the mix of rough voices and started picking up speed to the point of running. Once he reached the end of the hallway Jack found what seemed to be the living room. The living room had multiple beer cans and glasses on the chipped wood floor and the paint and ceiling were also chipping. Jack came face to face with his father and about six other male faces, none of which he recognized. He could hear the TV which had a baseball game playing which cut through the awkward silence which now took over the room. Shifting from foot to foot embarrassed from all the pair of eyes, minus one since Jack noticed one man had only one eye Jack stared at the floor as he felt put on the spot.

"Well…good evening sleeping beauty." After this was said from one of the burly men situated on the couch a group of laughter was followed behind it. Another man who was quite tall with light brown hair stepped over to Jack and pulled him towards the couch with the rest of the men. Jack had been correct about the use of alcohol but the smell he couldn't quite figure out was of drugs. Jack will admit back at high school parties he had smocked weed but he has never done cocaine and heroine and he even spotted meth. Feeling uncomfortable by being surrounded by all the drugs Jack tried to move over to his father who was drinking a bud light. Trying to be unheard Jack silently whispered into his father's ear.

"Dad…where are we exactly?"

Taking a large gulp of his beer then reaching for a new Jack's father answered with a slurred voice. "We're in red light district." Jack didn't know what to say. The city they were in was not called red light district but Jack learned in the first week of living in China never to step foot in red light district unless you had a death wish. Red light district was like the ghetto or the bad part of town that was full of nothing but drug addicts, drug dealers, and murders. If you found a dead body in red light district it would not be unusual to see and it would take days before the investigators came to take the body, the fact being they were too frightened to step foot in the city. There were millions of gangs too and multiple killers in this once peaceful town, kind of made you wonder why it turned into such a battle field. Why on earth would his father bring him such a place? What business did they have in this cemetery of a town?

"Why are we here?" Jack questioned his father.

"We are here to make money." His father answered with a slurred voice. Make money? What did that mean? Oh no. What of Jack's father was suggesting they sell drugs? Jack couldn't do that, it was….not right.

"What do you mean by make money? You have a well paying job fact being we own a mansion. Why would you need to make money?"

"Not me make money." Jack's father was now smiling at him with a sly grin. "You are going to make money and pay me back from raising your spoiled ass for so may years. Jack didn't know what to say, was his father suggesting he sell drugs?

"Father I refuse to degrade myself into selling drugs!" His father now laughing loudly and also the men in the room had joined in the laugh, appearing to have been listening in on the conversation.

"You're not going to be selling drugs dumbass, you'd end up getting caught any way!" As his father continued to laugh Jack felt a man sitting near him scoot closer to him. Feeling uncomfortable Jack scooted closer to his father who received a laugh from both his father and the men in the room.

"You better get rid of this shyness you have now boy because you're going to be selling your…body to make money." Jack was self shocked. Could the words that escaped his father's lips be another one of his sick jokes? Jack prayed to god please let it be, why any one sell their own blood's body out to perverted men and women. Shaking his head Jack felt tears start to well up in the corner of his eyes; his breathing was now hard and was now doubled in speed.

"D-dad-"

"Don't you fucking dare call me that; I've told you early that you are no longer my son! So you will not address me as your father!" Jack now had his fist into tiny fist which turned his hands a bright red. He could feel tears streaming down his face as his vision became blurred by his fat tears. As Jack tried to slow down his breathing to make actual word other than sobs come out of his mouth, but he soon jumped in fear when he felt a large had (Not of his father) rub one of his tears away. Staring at the perpetrator he shivered as he received a grin from the man who had been moving closer to him each passing minute. Slapping the hand away forcibly, Jack received a dirty smirk from said man, as he also heard him speak in another language to the other men on the room which resulted in room filled laughter.

"You should enjoy it since you gay." He father was cold as ice and he spoke in a calm voice.

"I-is that another one of your gay bashing jokes…but I guess its self bashing now." Rubbing his running nose with his sleeve Jack soon was rewarded from his smart ass comment by receiving a hard punch to the face from his father that would leave a nasty bruise later on.

"You may not be my son anymore in my book BUT you will…mind you're tongue!"

Rubbing the side of his face his father had hit him in, Jack suddenly became angry. "Why the fuck should I listen to a piece of shit man that doesn't even consider me his son anymore? I shouldn't even have to listen to you. All you are is worthless gay hypocrite and that is fact. Now receiving a hard slap from his father Jack now looked back at his father and spat in his face which made the living room now quite. Rubbing Jack's spit from his face Jack waited to be struck across the face again but was taken by surprise when his father silently got up from his spot on the couch then walked to what seemed the front door. He then placed his hand on the door handle and turned and spoke to the men in the room. What he said made Jack's heart beat ten times in speed. He was sure his dad had spoke those words loud and clear:

"Gentle men I'm done with him, do as you please with him. Remember meet me at 90210(Yeah I know -_-) to bring me my money, one at a time use a condom can't have him dying on me from crazy ass disease." After this was said his father excited out the small house with a small causal wave as if he did not offer his son's virgin body to a bunch of crazed addicts.

No. His father couldn't leave him alone with these…disgusting lascivious men, what if they killed him? Did his father even care about his well being? Probably not, since he just offered his body for money. Jack now tried scooting to the far end of the uncomfortable couch but was roughly pulled by his arm by the same man who had rubbed away one of his tears. "No. You're not going anywhere. I let you get away with hitting me since you father was here but now that he's gone you will pay for it now." Receiving yet another toothy grin from the frightening man Jack was roughly pulled to his feet only to be thrown over the large burly man's shoulder roughly. Jack began pounding on the man's back but his punches seemed to have no effect on him as he responded by laughing at Jack's feeble attempts. Jack was then taken down a long hallway not the one he had once walked down when he had woken up but another one that was still equally filthy though. He then watched as the man kicked open the door at the end of the hallway and step into the dark room. Once they were in the room Jack felt the man lift him from his shoulder and throw him on what seemed to be another bed. He then heard the door shut and lock behind him as he watched as the big man flick on the light switch. As the light turned on it flickered uncontrollably at first, then settled with a dim disturbing lighting. Furrowing his brows together from the brightness Jack started backing up towards the head board.

"L-leave me alone." As Jack felt his back hit the headboard he started to panic. Was this the end? Was this how he was going to loose his virginity? By being forcibly raped? Jack dreamed about loosing his virginity by a pretty girl when he hadn't figured he was gay, then that dreamed changed into wanting a handsome strong caring man taking his innocence.

"No. I'll take what I want, I paid you dad in advance so I will be fucking you." Reacted by this the large man pulled on Jack's leg which made Jack slip out of his current sitting position only to lie on his back on the bed. He felt the weight of the large man lay on top of his small body, as he felt as though he was suffocating from this man's brawny size. Jack felt the man's hand snake down to his pants and he then felt his pants along with his underwear being ripped from his small waist. Instinct soon over took him as he rushed to shield himself from the large man's wandering eye. Jack was now cupping his genitals as the water works soon started. No. No one on this planet no matter what they done, deserved to be…raped. The only thing Jack could think of at this moment was maybe if he cried long and begged hard enough he could get the man to change his mind.

"Awww what's wrong? The large man now sitting on Jack's waist started mocking Jack in a sarcastic voice. "What? Are you a virgin?" The cold man was now laughing. "Oh what did I do deserve a virgin? "I bet you ass is all tight and your body is just raging with hormones. Isn't it? The man looked up at Jack with lustful eyes licking his cracked lips.

"P-p-please don't rape me."The words were hardly audibly as they left Jack's lips but the hairy man seemed to have heard him clearly as he started laughing even louder and harder.

"That my boy I can say is going to happen to you. It's a damn shame to. I bet your boyfriend would've loved to be the first one to shove his dick inside you. "

'H-how do you know I have a boyfriend?" Maybe the begging might not work but Jack was a master at staling even if the person didn't even realize it.

"Please, a beautiful thing like you. Here in China most people like foreigners of all shapes and colors, and you are the strangest color by far, you could easily gain the attention of any man." "Now that you have got my attention why don't you move those hands of yours? Pulling on Jack's hands to remove them from his most sensitive part the aggressive man was only awarded with a small flash of skin and a spit to the face. Jack knew he should have not even had the audacity to spit in this man's face but if he was going to be raped he wasn't going to kick and scream and give this man or any other men the pleasure. Wiping Jack's spit from his face the man now pulled out a large pocket knife from his pocket and wrapped rough hand around Jack's slim pressing the dull blade to his skin.

The large burly man was now held visible anger on his face as he continued to tightly wrap his hand around Jack's pale neck. "I was going to go easy on you, you being a virgin and all. But now I'm going to plain out fuck you till you're tired and bleeding. The man now removed the knife from Jack's neck which now had a thin line of crimson blood against it. The man then trailed the point of knife down Jack's neck till it reached his belly button, where he smiled up at Jack and sliced across Jack's smooth pale stomach. Of course the cut was no where near being deep enough to cause any real damage but the action still made Jack's grit his teeth in agony. He would not give this vile man the satisfaction of hearing him scream. He then felt the man remove himself from him and walk over to a brown circular table covered in old papers. He then watched in horror as the man picked up and syringe filled with red liquid. "Don't worry white rabbit this won't harm you but it will make it easier to fuck you without you moving so much." The man then pounced on Jack turning him on his stomach and stuck the needle into his back, to where Jack once again gritted his teeth in pain. He then felt the drug takes its effect on him as he felt…slowed down. When he moved he moved slowly and it felt like the world around him was in slow motion including him.

"You know you got balls of steel. That would make any man scream in pain." The heavy man threw the switch blade along with the syringe on the dirty ground and swiftly ripped Jack's shirt from his pale torso. He flipped back on to his back and pinned both of hands above his head. The next thing he did made Jack want to scream but he could only shape his mouth into the tortured scream as no sound left Jack's lips. Jack soon felt hot tears leave his eyes as he entrance was pounded into forcibly with no proper stretching. The man gave no warning before he entered Jack's frail body, as he did so he gave no mercy as he thrusting in and out of Jack's once virgin hole. Why? Why did Jack have to spit in his face? Shit for brains that's what he had. While lying on the bed as the man did his business on him, Jack felt the blood rush out from his entrance as he prayed for the man to finish and cum already. The he noticed this man had not even put a condom on.

What if…he had some disease and what if Jack cached it and died. It would probably be for the best. No one even loved him; no one would attend his funeral. If your own parents didn't love you…who would? Then his mind wandered off to Chase. Maybe he loved him…or maybe he was just a sex toy that would soon be thrown away once played with and soon battered just like those toys in Toy Story Jack thought silently to himself. This thought was worse then the current pain Jack was feeling. Was that all he was to Chase, a mere toy? Laughing in him self, Jack repeated: Shit for brains. Jack soon felt the unpleasant climax of the man enter his exhausted drugged out body. The man soon collapsed Jack body covered with a thick layer if sweat as he breathe heavily on top of him. He then pushed on Jack's shoulders painfully to lift himself from Jack's body, this action would show soon have bruises soon. Jack watched as the man fumble to pull of his pants zipper. Jack turned on his stomach so he didn't have to suffer from staring at this man's cruel face. The same man…that raped him.

"Phew, you're a good fuck my boy." The large man soon pulled on Jack red hair to make him face him and as Jack stared up into his face he knew the pain was far from over. "I'll call in the next man, so you rest up while you have the chance." Releasing Jack's hair Jack fell on the bed with a thud. Jack couldn't see much as his now messy hair covered most of his eyesight but he watched as the large burly man excited the room only for another man to enter. He could see this man looked younger at least in his late twenties as the first man seemed to be in his early forties. Jack felt the weight of the man on his back, not as heavy as the first one but average size for man. Yet another intrusion enter his already ripped hole as the man gave no mercy or no warning and nor did he say a word to Jack. The man soon started kissing his neck in an affectionate way that made Jack want to vomit. If these men were going to take advantage of him then so be it but don't try to act romantic in the act of doing it, there was nothing romantic about being raped. The second man soon climaxed only for the cycle of men to continue. As man after man took advantage of Jack's body they never thought about how Jack felt. Or how that he was in fact underage and that they could go to prison if ever caught. The worst part of being raped was…even if your mind pleaded no, you body screamed yes. Though Jack was a virgin being treated roughly in sexual acts he hated himself for actually feeling a small amount of pleasure every time one of the men's manhood brushed past by a certain part inside of him. It made it disgusted with him self. Here he was hating the fact these men were having their way with him, but at the same time he wanted to moan in pleasure when he felt and electrifying energy shiver up his spine.

Escape. That was the only thing on Jack's mind the whole time as the men carelessly fucked him. He didn't know how many men had already had their way with him but he knew it was at least more then ten men the minimum. Jack felt the effects of the drug wearing off as he also felt the searing pain in his ass, but as what seemed to be the thirteenth man that left the room Jack saw the discarded pocket knife on the dirty floor. Hurriedly as fast as he could he raised up from the bed, Jack limped towards the pocket knife on the wood floor and grunted softly when he bent over to pick it up feeling the pain in his rear end and in the cuts and bruises most of the men left on his body. Limping back over the bed Jack took in notice that there was a window in the corner of the room being blocked by a ripped curtain he had not noticed before when he was first dragged into the room. If he could open the window quick enough before the man brought attention he could get out of this nightmare. As the next man came into the room and climbed on top of Jack, Jack actual felt bad that he had to be the one to get harmed. The man set one of his hands on top of opposite night stands. Jack was always taught by his teachers when he was younger if you want to find out if something was going to work or not you had to take a risk and found out. Jack wasn't any where near being described as Evel Knievel, but he knew if he wanted to get out of here he would have to become one. Reaching from up under him Jack swiftly pulled out the knife and brought its pointed tip down on the man's hand which laid on the night stand.

Imminently the man started to scream in both terror and pain. Its funny he didn't start screaming to he saw the knife engraved in his hand. That's funny how people only realized the pain when they looked at what happened. Sliding over the side of the bed with a few difficulties Jack was soon standing in front of the man who still couldn't believe a knife was stuck deeply in his left hand. Jack rushed over to a fallen chair and propped it under the door handle to stall other men on the outside. As the man struggled to wriggle the dull knife out of his hand Jack rushed over to the window and opened it with success. He then walked over to the man and picked up his discarded coat he had guessed he threw off when he entered the room. Putting the coat around him Jack noticed it was fairly short on him as it only came to mid thigh. Looking out side the window hurriedly Jack thanked God that it was only a one story house and jumped out the window and ran down the street right before the men busted through the door.

Jack was running down the cracked sidewalk without ever turning back around nor did he care if he bumped into someone, but he failed to take in notice a certain mysterious man loitering had been watching him closely as he ran down the gray sidewalk.

Chase was searching every where; he even asked the monks if they have seen Jack all to where they shook their heads and replied with a no staring at Chase's back as he left curiously. Now Chase knew that he could teleport from place to place if he focused enough but that being a said if he decided to teleport he would not be thoroughly searching the city or town he was in. Damn it! Where the hell are you Jack? Chase was now hurriedly running down a sidewalk in an unfamiliar part of town he had never been in, but the people in it seemed to look weak in physical appearance as they looked like they didn't get enough to eat. Please Jack be anywhere but here Chase thought to himself, this town looked no where near safe. Now stopping in the middle of a deserted road Chase saw a suspicious looking man leaning against a building eyeing him closely.

"Hey, you standing in the street." Contemplating on weather he should even give this man an ounce of his time (Fact being he was concerned with looking for Jack) He soundlessly walked towards the man.

"What?"

"You seem to be looking for somebody." Reaching in his pocket the nameless man pulled out a cigarette and lit it talking a long drag out of it, letting in its relaxing toxins before releasing them into the air.

"And what if I am?" What business did this man have with him? If he was a swindler this man no matter how clever would get no amount of money out of him.

"Well if you are looking for someone, I saw a red head with really pale skin running down the street with only a coat to cover him five minutes ago." Taking another drag from his cigarette he stared into the sun set that looked a lot like dog vomit with its pinkish tint. Becoming anxious Chase grabbed the poor man by his collar and asked where he had seen Jack run off to.

"Oh, so you were looking for someone."

"I am in no mood for childish games! Tell me where he ran off to or-"

"Eh no need to get violent sir." Taking another drag from his cigarette the man continued: "He ran down the sidewalk we are standing on, to the left of you. I'd hurry too the boy was running like a track star. Releasing the man from his grip Chase took off at high speed only to hear a distant: Your welcome, from the man that continued to smoke and lean on the side of a building.

As Chase continued running down the busted sidewalk he soon reached a wheat field, and also heard distance crying with in the swaying wheat that blew in the wind. Running quickly as much as his legs could carry him he slapped wheat stacks out his face which wisped from everywhere due to the strong wind. Thinking the cries was of Jack Chase ran with more anxiousness to find him. Finally reaching the sound he came to find Jack in fettle position bawling his eyes out. Couching down to settle Jack down was his first instinct but he was taken by surprise when Jack bolted up in sitting position and started crawling backwards away from Chase. Moving forward towards Jack, Chase made a move to grab Jack's arm but was only greeted with a high wailing sound that left his ears ringing. Jack was now throwing nearby rocks at Chase to keep him away from him. What had gotten into Jack?

"Stay away f-from me." Choosing to ignore Jack's request Chase kept trying to make a grab at Jack only to get a rock or pebble to the face. Which resulted in Jack throwing rocks at him and desperate pleas for Chase to stop.

Finally within reach of Jack, Chases pulled him into a tight hug of affection only to be rewarded with tugs of his hair and tough punches on his back and continuous struggle. What was wrong with Jack? Shaking Jack forcibly Jack finally stared Chase in the eye and started crying harder then when Chase had found him.

"Chase I-I couldn't get them o-off me." As Jack tightly hugged Chase he kept speaking these words in his ears only to become louder with each passing second. "There were to many o-of them a-and he l-left me."

"Jack you need to te-"Thats when Chase smelled blood. It was Jack's blood but it was coming from all over Jack's body, but it smelled heavily below his waist. Continuing to speak sweet nothings and soothing words in Jack's ears Chase pulled up the coat he had wrapped around him self and what he found made him gasp. There were bruises. Every where on Jack's legs and he was sure there were some on his upper body too. They all seemed to be a deep shade of purple and because Jack was so pale they were all bright and vivid on his skin. He also found multiple cuts, but as he reached Jack's back side he found a trickle of Jack's blood leaving- no. No. This couldn't have happened to Jack, he was too sweet even though he thought himself to evil. Jack wasn't, couldn't be but he was. Jack was…raped. Chase felt his blood start to boil as he also felt the beast waiting to be set free to unleash pain to anyone who carried Jack's scent. No not even that he would kill anyone in his way at this point.

"Jack who did this to you?" Chase voice was rough as he beast now mixed in with his voice tone.

"I-I don't know but I ran away and I think their after me and-"Standing up from Jack Chase told Jack he would be back. He was going to kill anyone who had anything to do with the pain of his mate. Chase was about to walk off and start sniffing out the guilty but was stopped by Jack who was wrapped around his leg tightly digging his nails into his skin.

"No! Please don't leave me! They'll come back if you leave me!" Chase couldn't refuse Jack. Now back to hugging Jack Chase was rubbing his hair and promised Jack he would never leave his side ever. Hearing this Jack let Chase tightly around him and soon enough ended up crying himself to sleep. Hearing Jack soft snoring Chase laid him down and turned away from him only to start punching the ground violently. The sun was setting quickly the sun set looked ugly to Chase. His mate was hurt, and he had no idea who hurt him.

Damn it. Damn it! Of all the things, this had to happen to Jack. As Chase continued to punch the ground in utter disgust and furry he contemplated on whether if he should take Jack home. No Jack was raped. And anyone of those men could have been carrying some type of disease. Chase had completely forgotten how fragile and how easy mortals died; from accidents, disease or just plainly catching the flu. The hospital, he had to take him there. As much as he hated the hospital they had things that could help Jack. Picking up Jack Chase dreadfully stood and teleported in the city in which the hospital stood. Walking silently near the emergency door he was greeted with a woman who sat at a desk with her hair tightly in a bun as she eyed Jack and Chase curiously.

"How may I help you?"

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"It's him…he has been raped."

UGH. This took forever -_- Any who PLEASE don't hate me for the outcome that has be falled upon Jack I PROMISE it WILL get better for him TT_TT (Crying begging please don't hate me!)

Cloverifique: Well…He has just found out my dear and he will also find out a little more…..Thanks for the review ;D

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Tsuki Yosuke: That is a little funny X) Two really? Maybe they're friend or something I don't know. I will make sure to work on not trying to smoosh stuff together ;) That was one of the main reasons it took a while for me to update I was trying not to make the chapter not filled to rushed, did I do a good job? Thanks for the review : D

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Ms Briar: Calm down mama! :O He will pay! Ugh -_- That Dean thing was me being lazy I wanted to get the chapter done I rushed through that phone conversation, I'll make sure I work on that I promise! Hope you liked the chapter even though I know you didn't since I tortured Jack to no end O_O. Thanks for the review though :T

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Well here ends this chapter thanks to all that replied and DON'T be scared to review please review I LOVE HEARING FROM ALL OF YOU! 3 (- ugly ass heart I know -_-)

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